The person before him was a wicked, vile man; a murderer of people, a scandalous fellow, yet here he was, trembled before Zephyr. “We are Sun men, please, don’t torture me, give me a chance- ah!” the man begged, Zephyr cut his groveling short with a twist of his bladed energy, and winded it throughout the man’s body. “Sun men? Why are you here on Khan grounds? Why haven’t any of us noticed you?” asked Zephyr quizzically. The men he found were not weak either, the most powerful one being a Strength of level seven. The Khan would have noticed them quickly. Zephyr wondered as to how they could have infiltrated the Khan grounds. “Our master, he conspired with Mist Khan, yet, as a preventative measure, our master sent us to infiltrate the Khan to spy on them!” he answered. “And you, your powers are frightening, it caught our attention, we wanted to, no, needed to know how you got so strong…ah! Please! Stop torturing me, just let me die!” the man begged and begged. Zephyr’s energy cut deep

Borrowing strength from the Way, Zephyr’s Earth-shatterer was augmented greatly, this allowed him to bypass the two Agiles’ power. “Don’t get too cocky yet, boy!” a voice rang out, they then sent forth another blast of energy. Two blasts formed above Zephyr, akin to palms, and it crashed down upon him. ‘Oh crap,’ Zephyr thought, unexpecting of their power. “Take this, our combined might! Heaven’s Palm!” their voices rang out. This attack was too much for Zephyr to bear, not even Earth-shatterer could stop it. Zephyr was forced to take a few steps back. “You forced our Heaven’s Palm… impressive, now leave!” a voice ordered. “I am not leaving until I get an audience!” Zephyr calmly said, and gathered himself. He slowly tightened his grip around his sword, readying his next move. “Let’s see what you’re made of, kid!” a voice crudely called out, it then sent forth a Palm. “Seven Slashes – First Slash!” Zephyr retorted, sending forth a stream of bladed attacks. The Palm crashed down on

“Zephyr my boy, I’m so sorry,” Typhoon’s tone was wracked with guilt. He raised his head slowly, an old visage stared back at Zephyr. Typhoon had aged a lot, regardless, Zephyr knew the old man before him was really his grandfather – Typhoon Khan. “Grandfather, what happened? Why are your energies so low, so weak? Why is your spirit so gravely wounded? What happened?!” Zephyr’s eyes were wide with rage, he was angry beyond belief. His eyes spoke a thousand words, all connoted with rage and anger. Even the two Elders felt Zephyr’s wrath emanate from him. “This one sure has some fight!” the Elders sighed. “I was secretly attacked, and it forced me to go into hiding to treat my wounds! However, their attacks were too strange. After so long, even with the Old Khan’s help, I have not recovered!“Zephyr my boy, the suffering you endured these years, I am aware, yet unable to do anything! I am so sorry,” Typhoon said, unable to control his own tears after. “Who hurt you, grandfather? You a

With the support of Typhoon Khan, and the two Elders, Zephyr knew Mist’s time was running out. Although most of the Khan had chided, opposed, and oppressed Zephyr, they were all Mist’s cronies. In the end, Zephyr was still a Khan, and a Khan would not stand to watch their great clan come to ruin. … In a blink of an eye, a few days have passed. Zephyr had kept his guard up since Lewis’ report. Zephyr was seated in his house, deep in thought, training his spirit. He knew that being a medicine man was a revered and lucrative career, especially in such an undersaturated market. Moreover, the trials taken to be a medicine man are few and far in between; not to mention, very difficult. Zephyr knew his spirit needed to match the requirements. A medicine man’s quality heavily depended on the strength of their spirit. Without a strong spirit, one could do little with the herbs and essences involved. Zephyr had been reincarnated for a while now, and he has been training himself all this wh

Wards were something Zephyr learned in his previous life, it was used to constrict spirits and creatures’ souls. The stronger the user’s spirit was, the more effective their wards were. Zephyr casted the ward over the Serpent, constricted it, and captured it. The Serpent did not react, almost as if it felt nothing, the injury it sustained must have been grave. “I’m not sure if this ward would last long, but it’s all I can do for now!” sighed Zephyr. Zephyr shuddered at the thought of another great beast appearing in his realm. “However, your energy would help me very much,” Zephyr continued. He nodded at the Serpent, before he began to absorb and ingest its essence. However, Zephyr did not realize, right as he closed his eyes, the Serpent opened theirs. The Serpent’s eyes glowed as it scanned the area, and stopped at Zephyr, yet it did nothing, and closed its eyes again. Time passed little by little, and Zephyr got what he wanted. His spiritual powers have increased manifold from the